I sneered sarcastically, âPerhaps your methods are too gentle.
â
Andrewâs expression darkened.
Continuing to provoke him, I said, âIs it because Nora is a young woman, too weak and kind, that you hesitate to push harder?â
Andrew, visibly agitated, replied coldly, âYou can criticize me, but donât question my feelings for Debra.
â
I stared at Andrew.
âWhat did you just say? Repeat it if you dare.
â
Despite my glaring anger, Andrew stated firmly, âIâve fallen for Debra.
Sheâs the only woman Iâve loved in all these years.
My feelings for her are pure and sincere!â
His declaration was a blow, igniting the fury within me.
This man, implicated in the danger to my child and now confessing his love for my wife, had crossed a line.
This cursed witch clan must be my natural adversary.
They were clearly targeting me!
Driven by rage, I swung my fist, striking Andrew hard.
âYouâre courting death!â I growled, my voice fierce.
Stunned momentarily by my attack, Andrew quickly retaliated, matching my strength.
Our mutual resentment erupted into a fierce brawl, our strikes lethal and forceful.
The surrounding bodyguards were taken aback.
As his bodyguards moved to intervene, Andrew barked, âAll of you, get out of here!â
They hesitated, their concern evident.
Facing me, Andrew declared, âThis is between Caleb and me.
Stay out of it!â
I taunted him, âYouâre hardly my match.
You donât deserve her love.
â
With that, I Lunged at him again.
Andrew dodged and counterattacked swiftly.
Seizing the moment, I grabbed his wrist and landed another forceful blow before he could respond.
At first, Andrew seemed at a disadvantage, but he quickly recovered and lunged at me.
We clashed fiercely, neither of us yielding.
After more than ten minutes of intense fighting, both battered and breathless, we finally ceased, still glaring fiercely at each other.